"Gaaah this place is so boring." Whined the nurse.
"Aren't I the one supposed to be itching to move about?" Kindle replied, waving her hand at the room.
It had been a week since the explosion, and Kindle still didn't see why she had to stay in this stupid bed. The only effect it had seemed to be blinding her in her right eye. Not a good thing, but hardly unlivable.
"Soo... Do they know what did this to me yet?" She asked.
Their excuse for keeping her was that they couldn't figure out what had happened to her. They didn't seem to believe her story about the exploding crystal, though even she had to admit it seemed a bit far-fetched.
"No, not yet." the nurse told her absentmindedly.
So quiet, it's almost like she's not even listening. Kindle thought, narrowing her eyes. Something about this place just felt wrong, Kindle felt more like a lab rat than a patient and the lack of enthusiasm from the nurse wasn't helping that feeling at all.
"Well, I'm done checking all these readings, you seem perfectly healthy, I'll be off now. Remember to use the intercom if you need something." The nurse said, walking out.
"Need something? Please." Kindle muttered, "What I need is to get out of here."
The worst part of all, was that it was her birthday, and she was stuck in a bed for no reason. The obvious answer was to jump out of bed and escape. She wouldn't have any more nurse visits until the morning, and visiting hours were already over. She quickly changed into her standard clothing, hesitating a moment before placing her eyepatch on. Once when she was younger, she'd dressed as a pirate for Halloween and she remembered distinctly how placing the eyepatch on had darkened half of her vision. But now no change occurred to her sight, and she found it quite unnerving.
After some indeterminate shenanigans sneaking past the front desk, Kindle found herself in the middle of the city at night. It was a familiar feeling for her, she oft ran around these neighborhoods when it was late and probably dangerous. But hey, she was reckless, stupid, and loved running. Not having much special to do, she picked a direction and bolted off. Something felt odd about running, she felt faster and it seemed almost effortless... Or at least effortless-er than normal. Then it hit her, nothing hard like a battering ram or the smell of onions, but soft, like a gentle wave. And it wasn't pushing her away, it was pulling her in, like the gravity of a black hole dragging in the light around it. She didn't know what it was, but she knew she had to find it. Without a second thought, and barely a first one, she flew off towards it, whatever it was.